After watching Chris Nolan's Batman trilogy (Finally) I decided to write this fan fiction. Hope you enjoy.


Prologue

Midnight, a deserted alley on the outskirts of Gotham

A cloud passed over the full moon. When it had shifted the alley was no longer deserted. Atop one of the buildings two figures crouched. Hooded, cloaked and masked. The man was dressed in red with blue padded armour. His cape, hood and utility belt were also blue and his mask red. On his feet he wore black combat boots. His companion was female. Her armour, mask and belt were black, the rest of her outfit was brown and she too wore black combat boots on her feet.
As they watched a boy, probably about 16 or 17 years old, stumbled into the alley. His jeans were ripped and his hands bloody. A moment later three older boys, about twenty years old, swaggered into the alleyway. 'What's the matter Blake?' One of them yelled. 'Are you scared? Are you running home to mommy?'
The others laughed. 'He can't do that, can he?' Another taunted. 'Because he doesn't have one, do you Blakey?'
The third boy shoved the younger one down. 'And why's that Blake? Why don't you have any parents?' The young boy muttered something. 'I didn't catch that Blake.'
'Because they're dead!' Blake shouted.
'That's right Blake.' The first boy lifted his foot to kick Blake in the mouth, but didn't get the chance.

He was knocked back as the cloaked man jumped down from the top of building onto his shoulders. 'Why don't you pick on someone your own size?' He said in a low voice.
'What, someone like you?' The boy flicked a knife out from his sleeve.
Blake shuffled backwards, until someone grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet. It was the cloaked girl. 'Stay out the way.' She ordered her voice low too.
All three boys had knives out now and were advancing on the man. The girl lunged forward and grabbed one of them by the shoulders, throwing him into the alley wall. The other two jumped on the man. The boy the girl had thrown into the wall scrambled to his feet and lunged for her, seizing the back of her cape. She swung her right leg around and kicked him in the legs, sending him to the floor again, where he lay, groaning.
The man had caught one of the other boys with a vicious right hook and now elbowed the final of the gang in the face. He pulled some wire from his belt and tied each of their hands behind their back, before crouching in front of the first boy who had pulled out a knife. 'Who are you?' The boy spat.
'What this city needs.' The man replied, his voice steely. 'An Outlaw and a Rogue. Stay out of our way and out of crime and we won't meet again.' He rose to his feet, before turning to Blake. 'Get out of here, kid. And stay out of trouble.' Blake turned and bolted from the alley. The girl, Rogue, looked up at the man. 'We need to leave before the cops get here.' She pointed out. Outlaw nodded, casting one last glance at the gang before both disappeared into the shadows.

Six blocks away two shadows slipped into an apartment building and up to the twelfth floor and into the second apartment. Once the door was secure and the blinds drawn Outlaw lowered his hood and removed his mask. Rogue did the same, revealing a young girl, fifteen years old, with shoulder-length auburn hair and hazel eyes. The man had the same eyes as her and short grey-blond hair. He ruffled the girl's hair. 'You ok?'
'Yeah, I'm fine dad. He only got my cape.'
Her father kissed the top of her head. 'Go to bed, I won't be here when you wake up.'
'Why?'
Her father sighed. 'Ashlynn, I have to go to the courts again. Your mother is fighting for custody.'
'You have got to be kidding me.' Ashlynn muttered. Her parents had divorced three years earlier, and while her mother took her brother and sister, Ashlynn went to live with her father, and her mother had been fighting for custody ever since.
She started to head down the hall, until her father's voice stopped her. 'And Ashlynn, I won't let them take you, I promise.'
Ash smiled. 'I know dad.'

The next morning Ash was awoken by the doorbell. Glancing at the clock she saw that it was 10.45. She groaned and rolled out of bed, grabbing her dressing gown on her way to the door. Her eyes widened in surprise at the man at the door. 'Mr Fox. Please come in.' Lucius Fox was an old work colleague of her father. They had worked together in Wayne Industries until their department was 'shut down'. Now he supplied the pair with equipment.
'Good morning Ashlynn, late night?' He asked indicating her pyjamas, Ashlynn just grinned. 'Is your father here?'
Ash shook her head. 'Sorry but no, he's at the courts, battling my mother again.'
'Ah, don't worry Ashlynn, he won't let you go. Anyway, I have the things your father requested.' He placed a briefcase on the table and popped the lid open. Inside was assortment of equipment, but the one thing that caught Ashlynn's eye were the knives. They were about the length of her hand, with wickedly sharp edges. She picked one up and weighed it in her hand. Suddenly she spun and threw the knife across the room. It sailed through the arm and hit the dartboard, dead centre. Fox chuckled. 'Very nice.'
'I think father will approve.'
'I'm sure he will.' Fox shut the briefcase again. 'If you could get your father to call when he returns, I would be grateful.'
'Of course Mr Fox.' Ashlynn replied, showing him to the door.
'And Ashlynn, you take care now.' Ashlynn grinned as the man left, and turned to the bathroom to take a shower.


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